Brilliant Eyes Novels & Stories

My face, was very strikingly gorgeous, my father used to say I was more beautiful than the goddess herself but I bet he was just teasing me. But what truly caught Amber’s attention were my eyes. They were like two glittering suns, with a warm, golden light that seemed to come from within. They shone with a soft, glow that seemed to originate from their depths. Their shape was like a lotus flower, with delicate, petal like eyelids that seemed to unfurl like the gentle petals of a bloom. The irises were golden but seemed to shift from bright, shining yellow to deep, burnished copper, like the first blush of sunrise on a summer morning.

Hearing your thoughts and seeing what you can see… What's the difference? I did not reply. I merely showed her what the difference was. In front of Snowie's stunned gaze, I thrust my finger into my right eye and forcibly plucked my eyeball out. Of course, there would not be blood or gore. After all, my right eye was a prosthetic.

Even from behind, he radiated a kind of predatory stillness that made the hair on my arms stand up. "Mr. Vane?" I whispered. He turned. His eyes were the first thing I noticed. Ocean blue, cold as a winter tide, and filled with a terrifyingly familiar intensity. He looked at me, and for a split second, I felt like a freshman again, standing in the library at St. Jude’s Academy, trembling under the gaze of the school's untouchable king. But that was impossible. Julian Vane had been a legend, a boy years ahead of me. He wouldn't remember a quiet girl from the back of the assembly hall.

River probed. Brielle’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “In return for my help, I want Daniel to share me some of the memories he has,” she declared. I gritted my teeth. This was the part I hated. Brielle had been blind since birth. The only way she could see the world was through visions of the future… or by stealing glimpses into other people’s memories. It was a unique way to live and an specially strange way to see life, but I had admired it. At least, I used to.

My body was an amalgam of all the rot, all the putrefaction of the world, and yet my heart was human and mortal. I opened my eyes again, finding myself shining in that golden and perpetual tone as I glimpsed myself in the blue-violet irises of Miguel's eyes. I knew that Anne and Zylah could not see me shining, because they had no supernatural eyes, but they certainly noticed the magenta flames that gently scorched my eyes and must have felt something strange in the

Ray. Brian's could see the colour in his omega’s eyes increasing, the wolf pushing for more control, and inside him, his own animal half responded. Those beautiful, glowing cerulean eyes moved down and focusing on his neck, lips parting and tongue just peeking past the bottom lip, licking over the seam of his mouth as he stared, eyes transfixed.

A middle-aged noblewoman at the side stood up and shouted agitatedly while pointing down the arena. "What's Electric Eyes, Mom? Is it very powerful?" An extravagantly-dressed little boy tugged at the corner of her dress as he asked the question. "Don't tug at my clothes. This is a very rare dress. How many times have I told you?!" The noblewoman pushed away the little boy's hand. She looked upset because of her dress. "Electric Eyes is one of the rare talents of the Lightning Dragons. Besides being able to shoot bolts of electricity instantly, anyone with Electric Eyes possesses powerful eyesight. Even the fastest cultivator would move in slow-motion in their eyes."

I heave and wipe dripping sweat off my forehead. I motivate myself. I've gotta be strong. I need be strong and scale through every challenge so as to achieve my long desired, Kenbridge dreams. Bridgette and the Luna queen are not excluded from the death stares. Their blazing eye's withholds extreme terror. Excessive terror to force pee off one's bladder. Bridgette's double coloured eyes glows. Her right dark yellowish colored beta eyes and left light yellowish colored tigress eye's. Well they're scary but wouldn't be her first nor final threat to me.

My jaw drops, how did this man diss Alejandro and still be able to stand there, alive? Alejandro clenches his jaw hard, I can feel the tension in the room from the mere silence. Elijah finally turns around to see me, once our eyes meet, I'm instantly drawn to his gorgeous orbs. I've never seen eyes so beautiful... it's a glimmering hazel with gold specs surrounding the outer layer of the pupil while the outer rim of the iris is outlined with a light green. It reminds me of forest fairies, adding such mystical and magical elements. This reminds me of how only one other person was able to mesmerize me with their eyes like this was Alej—never mind that.

However, it wasn’t the same as to what I'm seeing now. There was a boy. I can’t recognize his face because of the weird blurry effect of the dream. The only thing I saw clearly were his eyes. His emerald-colored eyes are still engraved in my mind. Even though it’s already been a year since I last dreamt of it, I still can’t forget his eyes. The scenes may be different to what I'm seeing now, but they were both peculiar and still not on earth.